Estrangement. (Part Two) Comments

indeed, smoky, how can we, finite as we are, encompass all that life is? lines in this poem remind me of my heart song which begins, my eye must take second place. maybe you'll like it. -glen

A great poem with a great question, is death the end or is there something else waiting for us, could be a parallel universe where we start where we left off so we don't even know we are dead.